Traveling Thoughts

To describe myself as "inquisitive" is an understatement. I vividly remember sitting on my mother's bed as a small child, while she was getting ready for work, and would ask question after question. However, this interrogation did not only happen in the morning; it also happened while we were driving or (coincidentally) when it was time for bed. And my mother wasn't the only victim to my questions; as I grew older, my friends, teachers, mentors, other family members, even strangers were put through the ringer of my endless inquires about any and all subjects. I believe this natural tendency to ask a lot of questions is because I have always been eager to learn new things and about other people (but more on that in another post). However, I find that by asking one question, it usually leads to more follow up questions.  One of my favorite "Jesus stories" is the calling of the first disciples. It is so simple! The first chapter of John...